Thin Lizzy:Fools Gold Lyrics

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In the year of the famineWhen starvation and black death raged across the landThere were many driven by their hungerTo set sail for the Americas

In search of a new life and a new hopeOh but there were some who couldn't copeAnd they spent their lifeIn search of fool's gold

The old prospector he makes it to the four lane highwayHis old compadre lays dead in the sandWith outstretched hands he cries, "Are you going my way?"The people passing by didn't seem to understand

Fool's goldFool's goldFool's goldFool's gold

Broken Joe just lying in a gutterHe's gone as low as any man can beHe calls for wine but they'll only serve him waterThe bartender says, "We don't sell sympathy"

He tells a strange story about his fatherHow Sunday morning they'd go down to the church on the cornerAs time grows older his thoughts they grow youngerIt is his wish to search no longer

Fool's goldFool's goldFool's goldFool's gold

The vulture sits on top of the big top circus arenaHe's seen the show before, knows someone's going to fallJust near the part where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerinaForgets that the safety net isn't there at all

Down he swoops with claws drawn to take herRazor sharp so savagely is she mauledOh my god, is there no one who can save her?In steps the fox to thunderous applause